Sound Fruit Novels & Stories

I cranked the volume up, thinking that if it was a software issue, maybe the sudden blast of sound would reset the audio driver. The laughter surged with the volume. It didn't just get louder; it became clearer, more vibrant, more amused. I panic-pressed the "Volume Down" button. The laugh receded, dropping into a deep, guttural rumble that vibrated against the floorboards. It was tracking the volume control perfectly. Whatever was making this sound was plugged into my system, mimicking my input, feeding off the signal. "Alright, that’s enough," I muttered, my voice sounding thin in the darkened room.

before she abruptly stops, then sound of like flesh being torn sounds in my ears, followed by a long wail,a sound of skin slapping skin against skin,or palm slapping against flesh,I cannot know for certain what it is. Unable to decipher the sounds.unable to understand what exactly is going on there,I pause.going very tense. A gurgle joins next.choked breath and voice's begging for Mercy.the sound coming from there is a mix of wails and tearing flesh.gurgling and and female voices begging for mercy.males grunts of pleasure and cackling.sinister laughter follows. It sounds like hell..it sounds exactly how hell will sound. It sounds exactly how I imagined hell to sound like.

A sigh was all that was enough "I don't really like the smell" I said and threw it away, I already got what I wanted so we can now go. But just then, they heard a really strange sound, trees crashing like they were placed under a really great force, like a bug foot or something. "What could that be?" I thought in her head really confused. I listened to it carefully and it seemed and though it was walking over to us, ready to rip our hearts apart. Feed to on our flesh and use their blood for wine

My feet were throbbing, my hair smelled like smoke, and I was losing the little patience I had. I pulled out my phone and tapped Sophia’s name. She picked up on the second ring. “Hey Soph.” I greeted. “May? Are you okay? You sound like someone just stole your lunch.” I let out a humorless laugh. “Try my future. I just got rejected. Again.” The tears were freely flowing now. “Oh, May…” Sophia’s voice was as soft as a lullaby. She always sounded like she was speaking through a smile, calm and gentle. “I’m sorry.”

The forest beckoned a dark sanctuary where I felt most alive. As I moved deeper into the woods, my senses heightened. The world around me thrummed with sound. I could hear the rustle of leaves, the soft scurrying of small creatures, and the rhythmic beating of hearts. Each sound resonated within me, sharp and clear, allowing me to navigate this labyrinth of trees with impeccable precision. This new world of sound was intoxicating, each heartbeat echoing a story, a life, a presence.

The mournful cry of a lonely fox echoed through the vault-still silence of the trees. A huffing wind rose then, stirring the flaps of their tent. A tinkling sound came to the ears as the first pearls of rain dropped onto the leaves. The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear. A sheet of rain passed over them, and the sound intensified. The noise in the tent was like the phut-phut-phut that ripened nuts make when they hit the ground. It wasn't the soft, saturated, swollen drops of spring we were hearing; it was like ball bearings were hitting the canvas roof with force. They could also hear an occasional ker-plunking sound. The rainwater caused it to gather

Slowly the voices deemed into the background, and in their stead came the rondo of the sound of emotions. Joy was as empty as it was full. It was a tease of beauty, rich and fulfilling, seeking to encompass all things. It was like the sound of a cup of mead getting full, like the sound of tree barks cracking as they aged. It was what he believed life was supposed to sound like. It was the little things given attention. The sound of an infant’s palm creasing or an old man smiling. A child chasing a dog or a mother kissing a babe. It was the sound of everything and nothing.

The sound of the crushed can of a drink perforated the atmosphere as air squeezed out of it like a deflated hot-air balloon hissing softly into the dreary world. Whoever it was that had squashed it had done it mistakenly, there was no doubt about that. Another clamor uproared like tigers brawling for a mate starting with a grumble then growing to become something more. The sound multiplied in intensity then like thunder that had been rolling in the sky towards them, its stentorian noise struck above them, causing them to tremble and their knees turning to wet noodles.

The sudden pain caused James to pull his hand back. A distant sobbing voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Are you really going to marry her? Who am I to you then?"

There’s harmony in the sound that comes out of his strings. There’s peace too, calmness. The kind my soul desires, the kind I desire. The sounds starts to become a little chaotic like an argument between each tune. There’s a struggle in between, each sound trying to be heard but not loud enough. They’re fighting and not giving up. They’re not letting go, they’re making a wave and now a storm. They’re letting the sea of other sounds know what they can do. They’re winning. They’re aligning. They’re becoming one again. The harmony has returned.